Chapter 814 The Bride Who Died of Fright 1

A woman's voice rang out, "Groom, it's time to lift the veil."

No wonder it was so dark; I've been transported to a wedding venue with a veil covering my head.

Footsteps sounded, "Ahem~"

Tsk, this person's health doesn't seem to be very good.

Something reached out, the veil was lifted, and my eyes were suddenly filled with light.

Ning Yan looked up at the man in front of her.

His complexion was terrible, deathly pale, like a ghost.

He was thin, extremely thin, with sunken cheeks, like a bamboo pole.

Oh, because of a cough, it's still a hunched bamboo pole.

Before the matchmaker could speak again, Song Yanzhao felt that her body couldn't take any more strain, so she said, "Let's keep things simple. You may leave now."

Xiniang:......

"Okay, okay." She was about to run out when she finished speaking. Everyone knew that Young Master Song had married her on the verge of death. If he died because of her saying a few more words, she couldn't bear the responsibility.

Before leaving, they didn't forget to say something auspicious: "Wishing the young master and young mistress a happy marriage and a long and harmonious life together."

With the help of a servant, Song Yanzhao sat down on the wedding bed. "Are you hungry? Eat something first, cough cough~"

His coughing so violently that he looked like he was about to cough up his lungs startled Ning Yan, who immediately stood up and ordered the servant, "Quickly help your young master lie down and rest."

The servant quickly stepped forward to help her lie down. Ning Yan turned around, poured a glass of water on the table, and took out a pill from her divine palace and threw it into the glass.

There's no way around it; she's obviously here to bring good luck. If she manages to kill someone in this attempt, she'll definitely have a terrible time.

Even if she wanted to remarry, no one would be willing to marry her because they would consider it bad luck.

After the servant left, Ning Yan brought the water to the sickly man's lips.

Looking at his newlywed wife, Song Yanzhao, who wasn't thirsty at all, obediently drank all the water in one gulp.

"You, you've worked so hard."

Ning Yan chuckled and poured herself a glass of water. What was so hard about it?

At that moment, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged woman covered in gold entered with her maid.

"How is Zhao'er? Is she feeling unwell again? Should we call a doctor to come and take a look?"

Song Yanzhao quickly said, "Mother, I'm fine, don't worry."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her son lying in bed and her daughter-in-law attending to him, she was somewhat satisfied. "Ning, now that you're married to my son, you must take good care of him. He's weak, and some things can't be rushed. You two have a long life ahead of you, you understand what I mean?"

Her daughter-in-law was truly stunningly beautiful. If it weren't for the abbot of Baima Temple saying that her birth chart was most auspicious for her son, she would never have married such a daughter-in-law.

It wasn't that she couldn't stand her daughter-in-law's beauty, but rather that her son was inherently weak and had been predicted by a master to not live past twenty. How could he possibly resist sleeping with such a vibrant and beautiful woman every day?

If the two of them don't plan ahead and act recklessly too early, their son might die.

Ning Yan nodded obediently in agreement. She understood perfectly well that her good mother-in-law practically had the words "I can't share a room with my son" written all over her face.

She's very picky; someone like Song Yanzhao is simply not good enough for her, so she wouldn't provoke him.

"Then you should eat something and rest early. There are still guests ahead. I'll go check on them."

Madam Song has passed away.

Ning Yan sat down at the table, which was now covered with food, most of which was easy to digest. Ning Yan looked at the servant again and said, "Serve your young master something to eat."

servant: ……

What happened to our promise to serve the young master well?

Ning Yan: Who agreed with you?

My mother is starving to death, how can I have time to care about that sickly child?

The servant dutifully ladled out a bowl of soup and squatted by the bedside to feed his master little by little.

One bowl of soup was enough for Song Yanzhao.

Ning Yan shook her head as she watched; this world was different from the ordinary world.

Because Song Yanzhao's illness wasn't simple; he was tainted by yin energy, which is why he was so weak, as if he was about to die.

It's no wonder that someone so sickly only drinks a bowl of soup per meal is ill.

However, Ning Yan didn't say much. He had already taken the medicine, and the illness he had from birth would improve. His appetite would gradually increase in the future.

As for the yin energy, we'll have to wait and see how things go.

After filling her stomach and washing up with the help of her maid, Ning Yan went to bed.

Song Yanzhao felt very embarrassed. Tonight was supposed to be their wedding night, but he didn't even dare to move an inch. He was sorry to his wife.

Ning Yan had no idea what this person was thinking, so she lay down on the bed and closed her eyes to receive the plot.

The original owner was from Lin'an Village. Her family had many children, and she, as the daughter, was not favored by her grandparents. She had just reached marriageable age when she heard that the famous wealthy Song family in town was looking for someone to bring good luck to their son, and they would give one hundred taels of silver to the chosen person.

They were given a sum of money, a hundred taels, and they didn't care at all what would happen to their granddaughter after she married into the family. They just eagerly sent over her birth information.

As it turned out, the original owner was indeed chosen.

No one cared whether the original owner was willing or not; the original owner was soon sent to the Song family to marry her sickly husband.

However, the sickly one didn't die; the original owner died on his wedding night!

She was scared to death.

Because she saw a ghost!

But she had no idea who the ghost was or what the situation was.

Ning Yan: ...This is the first time she has ever accepted such simple memories.

Furthermore, the Ning family must not be allowed to benefit from those one hundred taels of silver.

The Ning family doesn't deserve it!

After receiving the memories, Ning Yan fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, the person in the dream suddenly woke up and opened their eyes to see Song Yanzhao's pale face.

But that's not the point.

This man had somehow stripped her of her nightgown and was now on top of her, practically inside her. She was woken up by the pain.

But that's not the point.

She could tell at a glance that Song Yanzhao's body contained an additional soul.

This man exuded a murderous aura and had a 1-inch scar on his left cheek, but he was very handsome.

The original owner of this body was probably scared to death by this person!

Seeing her open her eyes, the man's movements suddenly intensified, and he kissed her on the lips. His fierceness was as if he hadn't been with a woman in eight lifetimes. Soon, Ning Yan had no time to think about anything else.

I spent the whole night messing around.

The sound of roosters crowing came from outside.

The man let out a sigh that sounded like regret and lingering affection, then withdrew from Song Yanzhao's body and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ning Yan had already fallen asleep; she was too exhausted.

...

This won't do! She'll have to teach him a lesson tomorrow!

...

At the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), a servant knocked on the door, and Song Yanzhao moved his aching body.

He had been ill for a long time, and would cough three times with every step he took. Last night's exercise was too strenuous, and his muscles were extremely uncomfortable.

Song Yanzhao was utterly confused. What had he done last night? Why did he look like he'd been brutally beaten?

He struggled to sit up and discovered a red plum blossom stain on his handkerchief, and his wife's clothes were nowhere to be found.

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